SPOILED HEART'S ENTWINED

MEAN GIRL 1 HESPERIA

WHY DO WE NEED TO FEEL PAIN?
TO BE LOVED?
🌼 Hesperia Blair 🌼
#SpoiledBratNaBatakMagmahal

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In this world, there are so many "Why’s"...

Why did this happen to me?
Why doesn’t he love me anymore?
Why did he reject me?
Why is he so angry and full of hate towards me?
Why did he leave me?
Why did he choose another girl?
Why is the world so unfair?
Why can't I be the main character of my own story?
Why did she betray me?
Why am I always the villain in everyone’s eyes?
Why do so many people dislike me?
And why… am I even living this life?

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START OF THE STORY

I am Hesperia Blair Quinn, known as the Queen of Mean.

I'm the daughter of a millionaire.
I can buy you and your entire family.
I don’t care about other people’s feelings.
They call me a “freaking pathetic bitch.” And maybe I am.

I have a tight circle of three friends.
We're known as the Mean Girls.
I’m the leader—Hesperia.
Then there’s Serenity and Meona.

Sounds cliché, right? But I don’t care.

In my family, I’m the only daughter—the princess.
I have long wavy blonde hair, a small pointed nose, serene blue eyes, thick lashes, and a model-like body.
They call me Miss American Girl.
People say I look like a fallen angel.
To those who don’t know me, I might seem perfect—
I get everything I want.
My family spoils me endlessly.

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Now, here I am, walking along the highway.
My friends told me,
"Why not try commuting? You’re old enough now."

So here I am—fresh from arriving in the Philippines yesterday.
We planned to go shopping today.
I checked my iPhone—it’s freaking 9:00 AM.
And guess what?
Those two still haven’t arrived.

I’ve been sitting here, tired of waiting.

I stood up and looked around, my eyes glued to my phone.
I started recording a voice message.

“Serenity, where the hell are you? I’ve been waiting here for thirty minutes!”

I sent the voice note, pissed off.
I hate waiting.
For f***’s sake, this is making my blood boil.

As I walked, trying to calm myself,
I suddenly bumped into a waiter—
And he spilled lemon juice all over my dress.

“Heyyyyy!” I screamed from the top of my lungs.
“Are you blind?! Can’t you see I’m walking here?! You bumped into me!”
“Do you know how much this dress costs?! This is designer!”

I pointed at him.
“You’re the reason my outfit is ruined! How dare you!
You’re just a lowly waiter!
You deserve to be fired!
Where’s your manager?!
And now you’re crying? You bumped me!
How dare you?!?”

"Pasensyahan niyo na po ako, ma’am... hindi ko po sinasadya..."
He tried wiping my dress, apologizing.

“What are you doing?! Don’t touch me! Eww! Gross!”

"Ma’am, pasensya na po talaga, hindi ko po sinasadya.
Pagmakaawa ko po, huwag niyo po akong tanggalin sa trabaho.
Ito lang po ang kinikita ko para sa pamilya ko."

He kept his head down.
I scoffed.
“Are you kidding me?! Is that your excuse?!
You need to be fired now!”

Just as I was about to storm off, someone grabbed my arm gently.

“Calm down, Miss. It’s just a small thing. You don’t have to report him,”
said a deep, baritone voice.

I turned to see a man in a white shirt, black joggers, and a silver necklace.
He looked like a Greek god.
His scent was... intoxicating.
Tall, muscular, sharp features—he smirked.

He tapped the waiter’s shoulder.

"Pasensyahan mo na lang po si Ma’am, Manong.
Hindi niya kasi masyadong naiintindihan ang Tagalog.
Ako na ang bahala dito."

The waiter nodded and walked away.

Then, he looked at me—his eyes full of quiet rage.

“You know, Miss, you could have spoken nicely.
He didn’t mean to spill anything on you.
He’s working hard. Don’t be rude.”

He pointed at me.

“You’re just a pathetic girl seeking attention.
You only care about your dress.
Don’t assume the world owes you anything.
You’re selfish and immature.”

He tried to say it calmly, but his voice was full of disappointment.

I could hear people around whispering.

“Maldita.”
“Spoiled brat.”
“Such a bitch.”

They stared like I was some kind of villain.

To them? F* them.**

I stepped forward and confronted him.

“Are you really defending that stupid waiter?!
Did you see what he did to me?!
You wouldn’t understand—you’re just a low-class guy too!”

I laughed in his face, picked up my Gucci bag, and walked away.

“How dare he humiliate me in front of everyone?!”
“This is too much!!”
“That guy… made my blood BOIL!”

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